Sometimes tis important to read directions. Sometimes there aren't any.
There were some feverish posts hovering above the panic button when one week before showtime, we didn't have a board to lay our queens on. Whilst those who know me, may be familiar with the phenomenon my mother describes as, "she just smiles while the rest of us worry and at the last minute it all comes out smelling like roses-" and whilst I have been known to rely on said phenomenon with blind faith in the face of utter catastrophe with remarkable results- it is a different ballpark when you are standing on nothing as two people.
this is a conversation i know better than to try:
ez: "our debut is one week away and we have no board"
bean: "i know it looks dim, but let's just trust this feeling that something totally unforeseen will work out at the last minute"
But folks, a minor miracle was set to motion last Tuesday night over solemn drinks with Christina the butterfly. She dropped an idea that seemed fully executionable under the most ideal circumstances. The next morning one of the oh so hard to reach metal fabricators calls me back. A solution to the unsolvable finish problem is uncovered. A call to Alcoa distributor in Queens is made and one girl hops one train and taxi to Connecticut to get one car to get 12' aluminum in one 2 hour window on one thundering afternoon. Delivering to the shop for the next hardest part only to find a fellow looking to pick up some small jobs on the fly and on the cheap. Quick negotiations and the set is done by 2pm Saturday and set up in situ by three. Have mercy. Allelujah and AhLady.
Setting out the 96 pieces turned into a bit of a spectator sport and by the end fathers were calling their wives and people were peaking over shoulders to watch the money nesting moment. We left our baby to his first day of school and watched with genuine separation anxiety how he got on with others from the window seat across the street. Was it getting noticed? yes. Were people throwing it about like a football? lucky for them not yet. Was the how-to pamphlet useful or useless? hard to say. We'd finished lunch for a good 15 minutes before we finally left.
Schmoozing, as it turns out hasn't been our forte. We can't quite pull ourselves to anything disingenious. Sherry's greatest talent as an equisite schmoozing artist keeps earning more respect from this bean. This may hurt us in the long run, but in the short we've delivered not 200 carpet bombed postcards, but a dozen well-connected ones to people whose work we likewise respected. And ezzie's loose lip critiques haven't cause more than one or two damage points to our healthy team.
I'm going back into the trenches of the ICFF today, we'll see how goes. O.K. time for picties.
the board can also be used as 64 extra industrial coasters
this is the big idea- the chess set nests into the tower
like russian nesting dolls.

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